nanhi si ankhe thi or duniya ka kuchh pta na tha,
aaj ke es matlabi zamaane me, kisi ke liye ek khwaab jesa me tha,
khud ke sapne adhoore wo mere liye ashiyaana bun raha tha…
bhukh lagi ho ya talab ho khilono ki,
bas wo hi to shaks tha jisne chhod raato me sona tha…
usse har tarh ki musibaatein thi har ek kaam zaroori tha,
kabhi thakaa haara kabhi duniya ka sataya hua tha,
bas ek baap hi tha jisne mujhe rote hue hasaya tha…
me lafzo se goonga tha fir bhi wo mujhe samajh rha tha,
me tokuchh bol tak na paa rha tha,
par wo fr bhi meri har khwahish puri kar raha tha,
aaj bhi us baat se hairaan hu wo kese mujhe samajh rha tha..
waqt badhaa, me bhi bada hua par fir bhi sabse anjaan tha…
par us shaks ke liye me ab bhi uski jaan tha…
musibatein to ab bhi hazaar thi uske paas
par kab dhal jayega suraj, uska use intezaar tha,
uske ghar aate hi mera daud ke usko lipat jana, mera to woi sansaar tha…
thodi kareebi badhti gyi thodi duriyaan aane lagi…
paar aaj bhi es girti duniya me ek woi to mera sahara tha…
daant te hue uske har lafzo se ankho se pyaar karte dekha tha..
baap hi to tha jo mere sabse kareeb hote jaa rha tha…
kese bhul sakta hu kurbinya apne bhagwaan ki,
khud ki khwahishein maar ke woi to mere sapne pure karta tha…
sabse pehla pyaar to mera wohi hua karta tha,
kehta hai zamaana kabhi pehla pyaar bhulaaye nahi bhulta,
bhulna chahta bhi kon hai jab mujhe pehla pyaar hua mere papa se hua tha…
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